SURE ENOUGH, as soon as Steve got down, he was greeted by the sight of his lovely mother and grandmother waiting for him behind the barricades. They were genuinely happy to see him, and he couldn't help but do the same. As much as it feels weird being back after a long time, he did miss them after all.

He walks over to engulf his mom in a warm hug. "Hi, mom."

"Hey, sweetie." He hears her say back, squeezing him even tighter. "It's so good to see you!"

He hears the sound of his grandma laughing behind them. "Sarah, you're suffocating him!" She ushers him over to her side, "Come here. Oh, you've gotten much taller."

Steve chuckles, wrapping his arms around his grandma's small stature. "Hey, gammy. How are you doing?" It's only after he notices the absence of one family member. "Where's dad?"

Sarah sighs, deflating a bit. "Oh, you know your father. He's always working."

He tries not to let his disappointment show, settling for a nod instead. Gammy must've sensed it because she changes the subject. "Never mind about him. Where's your girl?" she asks eagerly.

Steve looks around, trying to spot her through the crowd. "Uh, she's..." he tells them, pointing in her direction when he finally picks out a redhead wearing a ridiculous outfit similar to James Bond if he's in a skirt. "... right there."

"Ah." His Gammy only says, and he isn't sure whether it was in dismay or just utter surprise.

He can tell that Natasha's not enjoying this at all, which is the complete opposite for him seeing her like this. He thought it was funny. "There she is," he nods at her.

"I guess the word 'girl' is inappropriate." Gammy remarks.

Sarah shushes her. "Annie."

His mom was too kind because he definitely agrees with his grandma.

Surprisingly, Natasha greets them with a polite smile, and Steve was mildly impressed that she was able to shift facial expressions so smoothly. "Hi!"

"Natasha, this is my mom."

"Hello!" Sarah replies enthusiastically, going over for a hug but awkwardly gets caught up in the middle of a handshake instead when Natasha holds out her hand.

Typical, Steve thinks, almost cringing. "That's—yeah, great," he says uncomfortably before draping an arm around his grandma. "And this is my gammy, Annie."

Natasha shakes her hand warmly as well. "Pleasure."

"Well, hello there." Gammy greets back, looking at her interestingly. "Now, do you prefer being called Natasha or Satan's mistress? We've heard it both ways."

She's obviously joking yet Steve and Sarah cast her a look of disbelief. Too soon, Gammy.

"Actually, we've heard it lots of ways."

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, shifting awkwardly in his stance. Oh, dear Lord. They just got here and everything's already going downhill.

Natasha was looking at them with a blank expression, not knowing what to feel.

So, Sarah steps in and assures her, "She's kidding."

"Oh! Oh... okay," she opts going for a fake laugh instead, but it still sounded forced. She shoots Steve a look who only shrugs in return. She reverts her gaze back to Sarah and Annie. "Anyway, thank you so much for allowing me to be, uh, a part of your weekend."

"Oh, you're welcome! We're thrilled to have you." Annie exclaims, sounding genuine. "Come on, let's get you two back to the fort."

"Okay," she shares a smile before dropping it instantly as soon as she glances back at Steve.

Natasha wasn't sure where they were heading but Sarah offered to drive them to their stop. The city of Connacht was a fairly peaceful place because one can actually get a whiff of the provincial life with all the trees and mangroves surrounding them. It looked vastly different from the pollution and dirt she was used to seeing back in NY.

And she wondered what made Steve give up this life to get from New York?

It was a long ride, and they drove through a bunch of forests and another village until they reached the one nearest to the port. Along the way, she was curiously taking note of the establishments built around this neighborhood.

And she notices an intriguing pattern.

Connacht Souvenirs. The Rogers Collection.

Rogers Photography.

Rogers Parcel and Post.

Rogers General Store.

Wow. Whoever these people are, they most definitely own the entire place already.

But why the hell does this name look so familiar to her? She must've seen it somewhere before or processed something for these people before. But, no, that's impossible because Ireland's a long way from New York and—

Then it hits her.

She takes off her shades and abruptly looks at the person sitting beside her. Her eyes drop down to his side bag, the keychain hanging loosely with the engraving: S. Rogers.

Her mouth hangs wide open.

Holy shit.

He was fucking rich.

And she was shitting on him the entire flight.

"Steve," she hisses, yet his soul was nowhere near his body as he's watching the sights from his side of the car window. "Steve. Steve!"

Still no response.

So, she hits him in the arm.

"Ow!" He yelps in his seat, rubbing the spot on his arm. "Please... don't do that."

"You didn't tell me all about the family businesses, honey," she draws out, shooting him another look that he knows all too well when she's irked.

But before he could respond to that, thankfully, his grandma chimes in. "He was just probably being modest, dear."

"Oh," Natasha forces a smile.

Holy shit.

She still can't believe he's like a hundred times richer than her. And she's still processing the fact that he just basically let her think the opposite of that the entire three years they've been working together.

When they get to the port, Natasha's expecting to find the hotel they're supposed to stay at, yet all she sees are vacant jet skis floating around.

She glances at Steve, confused, "What are we doing? Shouldn't we check into our hotel right now?"

Sarah answers for him. "Oh, we canceled your reservation. Family doesn't stay at a hotel, you're gonna stay in our home." She's so eagerly excited and welcoming that it's impossible for Natasha to resist accepting. And, really, what choice does she have? Not that it'd matter to Steve anyway, it was his family after all.

"Oh, great! Great!" She fakes enthusiasm, before turning to Steve. "What?"

Steve unloads her luggage from the back of the truck. "Oh, God." he says, disgruntled from the weight of her bags, and completely ignoring her obvious dilemma. "You're gonna wanna use your legs to life that one."

"What?" she screeches.

So, he's not even helping her? How was she supposed to carry a heavy bag by herself when she's already carrying her handbag?

"Steve! Help her with those." Annie scolds. Obviously, she's used to seeing Steve being a gentleman especially when it comes to women firsthand.

And Steve feels bad, really. He was going to carry her bags himself, but then he realized that if he's not going to stop acting as her assistant-slash-slave now, then she's also not going to stop treating him like one.

And he's sick of being treated like a prop, especially in front of his family.

Besides, it's just one heavy bag, and it's not like it isn't hers.

She can do this.

"I'd love to, but she won't let me do anything." Steve remarks, carrying his own duffle bag over his shoulder. "She insists on doing it all herself. She's one of those... she's a feminist." This one's not entirely untrue.

Natasha's already spatting curses at him in her mind. Steve knows that, of course, and he's having the time of his life watching her struggle, ignoring her constant glares.

Annie and Sarah look like they wanted to say something else, but relents when Natasha finally gets a good grasp of her heavy bag.

Steve gives them an assuring nod as if to say she's fine, so they reluctantly went ahead. He waits for her to come over. "Come on, honey."

"Zip it." She snarls when she's by his side. "Is this how you would treat a fiancée?"

"Yeah, 'cause it's you."

Natasha grumbles sarcastically, "You're definitely doing a great job at selling our fake love then."

"Relax. They'll believe it. It's just carrying your bags, I've been doing it for you for the past three years. I think that's enough to qualify for a doting fiancé." Steve returns.

Natasha scoffs, "Yeah, sure."

Both of them stayed quiet for a while until Natasha speaks again. "Where are we going now?"

"You'll see."

"Can you stop with the cryptic messages and just tell me already?" she grumbles, dragging her heels across the pebble covered pathway. "My feet's killing me."

"I told you you shouldn't have worn heels."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

Steve ignores her jab. "We're going to the dock."

"Why?"

"Because that's where the boats are."

"And?"

"And we're riding one."

That made Natasha freeze in her tracks. "What?" Yet Steve continues walking, leaving her behind. "I can't!"

"And why not?"

"You know I can't swim!"

Steve rolls his eyes, looking over his shoulder to return sassily, "Hence, the boat."

Natasha tries catching up to him but Steve just starts walking again, ignoring her even while she's calling his name. When they finally reached the dock, it was a long way down and they had to climb down a ladder to get to the boat.

Steve climbs down first. This time, he waits for her to come down before stepping onto the boat. Yes, he's not all that of a jackass yet.

"I'm not getting on that boat." Natasha hisses to him.

Steve fakes a smile. "You don't have to. See you in a few days."

Just when he's about to turn around, she stops him again. "I told you I can't swim!"

He lets out an impatient sigh. "And I told you that there is a boat, right here." He gestures to the boat parked behind him, his mom and grandma already settled inside.

He notices her nervous expression and realizes she really is scared. Not just another episode of her being a drama queen. "Okay, I'll dive in after you if ever you fall off the boat. How's that sound?"

Unfortunately, that was the wrong thing to say. "I can fall off?" She laughs nervously, shaking her head. "Okay, there's no way am I getting on that boat now—"

"Natasha! Just come down, please?"

"But—"

"You won't fall off the boat."

"How do you—"

"I won't let you fall," he promises. She finally zips her mouth close, but there's still hesitance glimmering in her eyes. So, he motions her to climb down. "Come on."

Slowly, she does.

"She comes with a lot of baggage," Annie mutters to Sarah, watching the girl who's struggling to climb down from the ladder. She gets the impression that she isn't a nature girl.

It takes a while but Natasha finally lands on the platform.

"See? That wasn't so hard." Steve swings his leg over the boat, stepping inside. He holds out his palm. "Do you trust me?"

"No."

"Adorable. Just get over here."

She stares at his outstretched hand for a moment, contemplating what to do.

"We're not getting any younger, sweetie."

Natasha glares at him, finally taking his hand. She can feel herself panicking and shaking before her heels could even hit the surface of the boat.

"Okay, you're good. Calm down. I got you." Steve says, helping her get inside the boat with great effort because she wouldn't let go of the pole from the platform. "Natasha, let go."

She hesitantly lets go and finally gets both her feet inside the boat. But since this was her first time riding a boat, she didn't know that keeping her balance was an important thing to do.

So, she ends up staggering and getting her feet caught up in one of the straps of their bags. She shrieks, falling and dragging Steve down with her.

Thankfully, the boat didn't flip over, and they just fell on their asses.

Steve groans, "Jesus, Natasha. I said let go, not jump me."

She's still leaning over him when she defends, "I didn't jump you! I fell!"

"Are you kids okay?" Sarah asks them, sounding worried.

"Yeah, mom. We're fine." He groans, sitting up straight. "Let's just go home before someone gets seriously injured."

Natasha punches him in the arm again.

Steve yelps, glaring at her. "Would you stop with that?"

"Okay..." Sarah says awkwardly, breaking the tension between them.

Great. So much for being in love.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

They gave her a life vest to wear while on the boat. Natasha was starting to think that Steve's family live on some distant island like the one they tell in bedtime stories from how long they've been travelling now (Just seven minutes.).

As soon as they round a corner, she sees the most extravagant, largest, luxurious, breathtaking mansion she's ever seen in her life.

She had to double check if she was seeing it correctly.

"Here we are. We're home!" Sarah announces gleefully.

The mansion is situated on the far west of the island. It isn't the only home in the neighborhood yet the other ones paled in comparison. It has a beautiful veranda and a wide grandeur landscape having a gorgeous garden with colorful flowers.

The entire thing looked like it came straight out of a fairytale book.

"That is your home?" She asks, completely at loss for words. Steve glances back at her. "Who are you people?"

Annie only giggles in response.

Once they got all their things out of the boat, they started heading for the mansion.

"Why did you tell me you were poor?" Natasha whispers to Steve.

"I never said I was poor," he quips.

"But you never told me you were rich."

"I'm not rich. My parents are rich."

She scoffs. "Okay, you know what? That's something only rich people say."

They were interrupted by the sound of distant voices coming from those waiting by the mansion.

"Hey, Steve! Welcome home!" A group of girls wave at him enthusiastically.

Steve looks surprised but nevertheless waved back. "Hi!" He turns to Sarah in bewilderment. "Mom, what is this?"

"Nothing. It's just a little welcoming party. Is that a crime?" Sarah says slyly, raising an eyebrow.

"Just fifty of our closest friends and neighbors." Annie adds with a grin, glancing at Natasha. "And all excited to meet you."

"Oh, good. Good." Natasha mutters, spitting out another smile.

"Come on! Come on!" Annie says, continuing to walk.

Natasha looks at Steve. "A party? Really?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He says, also not on board with the idea. "Come on, let's go. My grandma's moving faster than you."

Of course, just what they need to add onto their fake engagement escapade.

A party.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

a/n:

more gif's from the movie but let's imagine them as romanogers lol